I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 179 Earned 100 Million in Half an Hour
Twenty minutes later, Shi Guangrong arrived at the branch building and knocked on Fang Qingye's office door.

Fang Qingye had no choice but to invite him in, pour him a cup of tea, and then said, "President Shi, please sit down, I still have work to do."

"Okay, you go about your business, don't worry about me."

Fang Qingye's job today is to review the three loan application materials submitted by the credit department yesterday. In two days, the credit review team will hold a review meeting to discuss whether to grant the loans.

Fang Qingye was reading intently, and Shi Guangrong, sitting on the sofa next to her, didn't disturb her. He took a copy of "Financial Stochastic Analysis" from the bookshelf and started reading it carefully.

Of course, I would occasionally take out my phone to monitor cotton futures prices in real time.

The two spent the entire day quietly, and even Xia He, who entered Fang Qingye's office, found it strange to see Shi Guangrong.

Instead of asking in person, he asked Fang Qingye on QQ what this person did.

“A friend of mine,” Fang Qingye typed in reply.

"Why is he sitting in your office the whole time? Doesn't he work?" Xia He typed.

"He was a kept man who lived off his wife, but she kicked him out. He has nowhere to go."

"Ah"

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Qingye got off work, and Shi Guangrong closed the book he was reading, "Financial Stochastic Analysis," stood up, and said with a smile.

"President Fang, I'd like to invite you to lunch this afternoon."

"Really?"

"How could it be fake? I heard that your Chundu Hotel in Nanxin is quite high-end, how about we go there?" Shi Guangrong said.

“Sure,” Fang Qingye said with a smile.

He was just joking. Now that they're familiar with each other and considered friends, there's no need for them to go to that flashy but impractical place.

They randomly picked a small restaurant on the street, ordered three dishes and a bowl of rice, and the two of them started eating.

"President Fang, there are only two hours left before the option is exercised," Shi Guangrong reminded him.

"I know," Fang Qingye replied while eating.

"But you're not in a hurry at all."

"What's the use of being anxious?" Fang Qingye put down her chopsticks. "I'm not a market maker. I haven't invested a single penny in futures trading, so how could I possibly influence prices? There's only one word: wait! But..."

"But what?"

"I believe my calculations."

"Not a judgment?" Shi Guangrong keenly sensed the meaning behind Fang Qingye's words.

"Sometimes, calculation is more reliable than judgment because it is not affected by human emotions. For example, if you are a little anxious now, it will affect your judgment."

That seems to make sense?

"Come on, let's go fishing after we eat," Fang Qingye suddenly said.

"Fishing?! It's almost dark, and you're going fishing?!" Shi Guangrong was taken aback.

"Yes, night fishing is quite interesting. Come on, let's go," Fang Qingye greeted warmly.

"Alright," Shi Guangrong had no choice but to agree.

He made up his mind that he would do whatever Fang Qingye did and just follow him.

Since the futures market would open at 9 p.m., Fang Qingye didn't go far. He took his fishing gear, drove to the Longyou River on the outskirts of the city, and found a spot to set up his fishing gear.

Shi Guangrong didn't know how to fish, so he stood aside and watched. He was surprised to find that there were quite a few people night fishing nearby, and couldn't help but sigh, "I never expected that so many people in a small county town would enjoy fishing."

"Fishing can be considered a relatively healthy form of entertainment, much better than drinking or playing mahjong, right?" Fang Qingye said while baiting the hook. "Mr. Shi, I suggest you learn to fish too."

"why?"

"It can hone one's willpower and cultivate patience, calmness, and perseverance, which is especially important for someone like you who plays futures trading."

"To remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you, and to be unfazed even if a tiger runs behind you—that's the quality a futures trader should have," Fang Qingye concluded.

"President Fang, your summary is insightful."

Fang Qingye smiled, said nothing, and cast her fishing line into the river to start fishing. This hobby of hers was indeed related to investing in futures.

Before his rebirth, he had just started trading futures and was impulsive and anxious. Someone suggested that he learn to fish to cultivate his character.

It works quite well.

Fang Qingye sat leisurely on a small stool fishing, while Shi Guangrong kept glancing at his watch, looking somewhat restless.

Finally, at 8:40, he quickly reminded him, "President Fang, the market will open in 20 minutes. I've calculated that it takes at least 20 minutes to get from here to your office!"

"What's the rush? Let's talk about it after we catch it." Fang Qingye didn't even turn her head: "Maybe it's a big one."

"So if you can't catch anything, you're not going back?!" Shi Guangrong couldn't help but ask.

Fang Qingye did not answer, remaining seated firmly on the small stool without moving.

As time ticked by, Shi Guangrong became increasingly restless, and suddenly he found it somewhat amusing.

Oh shit
Am I playing the Doomsday Wheel or is he playing the Doomsday Wheel?
Why did I seem more nervous than him?!
It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is.

Thinking about all this, Shi Guangrong calmed down. Just then, Fang Qingye suddenly yanked the fishing rod, and a lively crucian carp was pulled up.

"Hehe. How about it? I told you it was a big fish, right? It weighs almost two pounds!" Fang Qingye chuckled as she put the fish into the plastic bucket.

"Let's go back."

It was already 9 p.m., and the futures market had opened!
Fang Qingye remained calm and drove to the office at 9:30. While turning on her computer, she made tea for the two of them before carefully examining the stock market.

The September cotton futures contract is still hovering around 15550, while option prices have started to fall!
Under normal circumstances, without a miracle, if the cotton futures price doesn't reach 16000 yuan, then the option price will be zero.
It's already 10 o'clock, and there's only one hour left before the market closes!
Will a miracle happen in an hour?

Shi Guangrong was bent over, staring intently at the computer screen, almost collapsing onto it.

"How am I supposed to operate it if you do it like this?" Fang Qingye laughed.

I reckon you won't need to do anything tonight; you'll just have to watch as 2000 million eventually turns into zero.

Shi Guangrong wanted to say those words, but he swallowed them back.

That's too hurtful.

After all, they are still friends. If something like this happens, I should comfort them, not kick them when they're down.

Thinking to himself, Shi Guangrong straightened up, moved aside from the screen, and prepared to get a drink of water.

"See, I told you it was starting to rise!" Fang Qingye suddenly said, and Shi Guangrong quickly stared at the screen.

He suddenly realized that futures prices had started to rise!
15550
15560
15600
At this moment, Fang Qingye quickly switched the screen to the options side, and the price stopped falling, as if it was observing something.

Suddenly, prices began to rise sharply.

4.6
5.5
6.1
7.8
It's like a fierce pair of glasses raising its head high!

Looking at the options market, the price is approaching the 16000 yuan mark!
"Hehe. Looks like we were right." Fang Qingye smiled, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then switched back to the options.

The price has risen to 15 yuan!
It's tripled!
It's still rising!

"My God!"

Shi Guangrong couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

20 yuan.

25 yuan

It keeps rising! It seems to have no end.

"Okay, that's fine."

Fang Qingye quickly put all 1000 lots up for sale at around 26 yuan.

Seeing that the position had been successfully closed, Fang Qingye closed the program, shut down the computer, and prepared to leave.

"Come on, I'll take you back to your hotel," Fang Qingye said to Shi Guangrong.

Shi Guangrong stared at him blankly for a moment before saying, "Making 100 million in half an hour, I'm fucking impressed!"

(End of this chapter)